Aesop,
Æsop's Fables: A New Translation…
(1912)
“ But coming presently to a wood, he was caught by his antlers in the branches, and fell a victim to the teeth and claws of his enemy. “Woe is me!” he cried with his last breath; “I despised my legs, which might have saved my life: but I gloried in my horns, and they have proved my ruin.” What is worth most is often valued least. ”
